I had just moved from New York, U.S. to Ottawa, Canada. I was really mad, all my friends, my school, had all been left behind, my aunt said it would be nice for me to have a fresh start, I did NOT agree. My name is Jamie, my parents died a few months ago in an arson attack. They had been pretty rich but it never changed how we loved a simple life.
When they died I felt empty, My Aunt Becca ( who insists I just call her Becca ) decided that a new place would be better for me so here I am, living in a creepy house that I heard some people say, that according to legend, used to be the house of Dracula.
"Jamie, sweetheart, why don't you go explore the house, it's a pretty large place so you should learn the way around, also, don't go in the attic, I've never been up there before but I'm sure it's covered in insects'' she warned, I just nod, I'm usually a talkative person but since my parents died, I haven't spoken a word. I just nod, shake my head, or shake my hand. I grabbed my bags and found my room.
It was weird. The walls were black with elegant spiderwebs painted across. The light on the ceiling had bat-shaped paper on the inside of the bulb, making silhouettes around the room. My bed was black with a flat headboard. I opened my closet and saw pictures that looked centuries old. I unpacked my things and looked around.
All there was here was rooms. I decided to check out the attic. Becca told me not to go but honestly, it's not like she's gonna know. After finally finding the attic, I climbed up the old wooden ladder and went in. There wasn't a bug or insect in sight, just old portraits and dusty books that should have been covered in a thick layer of dust considering Becca had never been in here, but the books looked as if they had been read recently.
I flipped through the pages of a book called 'Cartea blestemelor'. What language was that? I opened it to the table of contents and it was all in some weird language. I put the book down and looked at the other books and picked another one up 'necromanţie' "Necromancy" I mumbled.
Necromancy is bringing back the dead. I could bring my parents back, then I shoved the thought out of my head. Slam. I jumped, I put the book down and saw that the ladder had been pulled up. I was the only one here, how did that happen? I looked around the attic and saw a coffin-shaped box, no, that was a legit coffin. I nearly shrieked when I heard a voice behind me. "Cine îndrăznește să-mi tulbure somnul?" I turned around and what I saw scared me to near-death.
A man with slick black hair and a cape around his shoulders, a black and red suit, and fangs, was standing there. OmgomgomgOMG! That, right there, was the freaking Dracula himself. "My name is Jamie" I squeaked "You are upset about your parents, hmm?" I gaped at him and nodded slowly.
His voice was coated in a thick Romanian accent "You choose not to speak?" I nodded and he just chuckled and asked "Do you want to see your parents again?" I nodded. He opened his coffin which was now leaning against the wall.
He let me go through first. But there was nothing to catch me on the other side. I should have listened to Becca and everyone who said that Dracula lived here and that people sometimes disappeared up this attic because when I fell, I saw my parents alright. A sight I now wish I never had to see again.
~A/N: Hi, so this is a short story I'd written for school, It was meant to be 250 words but I can never limit myself and so this is 730 words, I hope you guys like it, If you have any requests don't private message me bc I don't know how to access that part of Wattpad, I used to but I forgot. Thank you for reading my first official book. Bye Ghosties~
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